I'll take the guilt, thanks
Sometimes you run into a news story that is so funny and bizarre that you have to share it.
I was driving home from work and heard this story. Apparently there is a new form of breathable chocolate called Le Whif. There are little lipstick sized canisters and evidently you huff the chocolate through it.
You really shouldn't laugh so hard in the car. For one thing, it reminded me of a character in George MacDonald Fraser's The Pyrates, a fake Aztec Princess of the Sun who has a terrible habit of snorting chocolate powder. (She also wears a huge feather skirt and when she walks, she mutters "one, two, three, BOOM; one, two, three, BOOM.")
For another, the promotional material makes great play of the fact that it is "guilt-free" chocolate--almost no calories at all. This made me worried. I'm sure they can think of other delivery methods and other orifices you can stick chocolate in, but I think I would rather just eat cookies and live with the guilt.
I was driving home from work and heard this story. Apparently there is a new form of breathable chocolate called Le Whif. There are little lipstick sized canisters and evidently you huff the chocolate through it.
You really shouldn't laugh so hard in the car. For one thing, it reminded me of a character in George MacDonald Fraser's The Pyrates, a fake Aztec Princess of the Sun who has a terrible habit of snorting chocolate powder. (She also wears a huge feather skirt and when she walks, she mutters "one, two, three, BOOM; one, two, three, BOOM.")
For another, the promotional material makes great play of the fact that it is "guilt-free" chocolate--almost no calories at all. This made me worried. I'm sure they can think of other delivery methods and other orifices you can stick chocolate in, but I think I would rather just eat cookies and live with the guilt.